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Harry had woken up the next day feeling very shaken because of a dream he'd had. He didn't remember much of the dream, no surprise there, but he had a fragment stuck in his mind that he was able to regain after he'd woken up.

It bothered him to remember those eyes for some reason; they had looked so sad, angry, lost… No not lost. The grey eyes to the nameless face in his dream had not been lost, just angry and upset. It was as if those eyes were speaking for someone to notice their owner's presence.

And maybe it was the fact Harry couldn't recognize the owner and give into the eyes' silent request for attention that his inability to remember his dream was annoying him so. Sighing, Harry shoved a black robe over his head and made his messy hair even worse then when he'd woken up.

"Harry, today's Saturday you know." Ron told him, as if something big was happening today. Harry looked at Ron with a questioning look, knowing no Quidditch match had been set for today.

"Yeah, so?" Harry responded offhandedly, picking up his wand and shoving the piece of wood into his pocket harshly. He was rather annoyed with the memory of his dream poking at the side of his mind consistently.

"Hogsmeade ringing a bell in that thick of head of yours?" Ron said laughing at Harry as he finally figured it out. Harry groaned and went back to his trunk to grab his money. He would expect Cho would want him to buy her something. Why was he going out with her again?

'I need something to get me back on track. I need my life back… even when half of my memories are missing!' Harry reminded himself again. He put his money into the pocket he'd put his wand in and headed out of the dormitory, Ron yelling at him to wait up from the dormitory.

He'd probably meet Cho in the Great Hall for breakfast and figure out what they were going to do then.

Draco hadn't bothered showing up for breakfast, nor had he even considered going to Hogsmeade for the afternoon either. He knew what would happen if he showed his face in the more popular places for students in the village. He'd get teased, and anything short of torture.

The last time he'd tried to go into Zonko's he had ended up with a broken nose, dislocated arm, and a real good shiner. The Gryffindor who had started it, Weasel of course, ended up in the same shape as he had though, so it hadn't been the worst memory he'd ever had.

Draco knew that the Slytherin team had a practice later that evening, but he wasn't planning on attending that either. He knew he'd get kicked off the team eventually, but they wouldn't do that until Slytherin played its last match of the year in two weeks time.

How the hell his team had managed to get into the last game still struck Draco hard on the face. He'd played his worst this year, and the fact he knew Gryffindor would demolish them in two weeks left a bitter taste in his mouth not unlike blood pouring into his mouth from a wound.

The last thing he wanted was to see Potter, so how the hell would he work up the gall to fight him on the pitch? What used to be a burning passion to win was now a scared anticipation to run away.

It was starting to give Draco a headache. Draco suddenly got a thought, though, and it flashed through his mind and reminded him that at one point in his life he'd wanted to fight back. 'Why let Potter win again?'

Yes, why let Potter win again? Potter had already hurt him by ignoring him all of a sudden. Potter had already betrayed him by going on with his life, and leaving Draco to go back into his depression.

Potter would not win that match; Draco would try his best to make sure of that. And if he didn't succeed he'd at least know that he hadn't let Potter screw with him more then he already had, literally.

But just because Draco didn't want Potter to win didn't mean that he was going to practice. He'd practice on his own time, away from people.

Harry had eaten breakfast quickly, feeling better as he drank his juice that today would turn out to be a good day.

As soon as Cho walked up to him the feeling didn't intensify, though. And when she smiled prettily at him he felt unaffected by it. But that didn't matter, did it?

"Hey Harry, are you ready to go?" Cho asked, smiling down at him with her hands on a purse. Hermione had looked down at a book as soon as Cho had come up to them, and Harry got the sense she didn't want the girl around. But Ron was busy eating the last crumbs off of his plate so Harry doubted it was much of a problem.

Harry smiled up at her as if she were another friend, not feeling any of the nervousness he had felt back in fourth and fifth year. His confidence had to be going up. "Yes, should we get going now?" Harry asked her.

Cho giggled and nodded. She was smiling happily as he got up from his chair and wasted no time in clamping an arm around his arm. "Hermione, Ron, I'll see you guys later okay?" he said to them, and while Ron grunted his acknowledgement, Hermione hadn't said a word. She just stared at her book and pretended not to have heard him.

'What the hell is her problem?' Harry thought to himself, but Cho pulled him away and towards the Great Hall doors along with the rest of the hordes who were also heading to Hogsmeade.

As the afternoon progressed for Harry, the feeling of unease did as well. It had started in Zonko's when a bunch of Ravenclaws had pointed him and Cho out and started whispering in hushed tones, as if he couldn't hear them.

Then in Honeydukes Cho held his hand with hers and he got the distinct feeling that this hand wasn't meant for his. How stupid could that feeling be? Well it was there just the same.

He ignored his feelings for the rest of the trip, and he actually enjoyed talking to her over a bottle of butterbeer. Walking back to the castle with Cho had been enjoyable on the dirt road, but as soon as they caught sight of the castle Harry caught sight of someone else.

Malfoy was sitting by the lake looking rather upset as he flung rocks at the cool water, disturbing the flowing pattern of the water. Cho then got fidgety and pushed Harry to one side, as if to try and keep him away from Malfoy.

She then curled her lip and her once pretty features distorted to rather a rather ugly picture with just one expression. "Ugh, why does he even have to come out here? He should stay in the library looking up curses like a good little Death Eater." she spat out, glaring at the blonde boy with contempt.

Harry had always suspected Malfoy had been a Death Eater, but just to hear someone hate Malfoy as much as he and Ron did was a little disconcerting. Malfoy had never said one word to Cho before, but the way she looked at him and spoke about him told Harry that she hated him more then she could hate anything.

"I don't know, Malfoy was always a git, though." Harry replied, looking down at the dirt road.

"He's more then a git, he's a waste of space." Cho commented, and Harry had to agree with her on that one. As she and Harry walked towards the stone steps of Hogwarts Harry noticed Cho looked back and to glare once more in Malfoy's direction.

"Come on Harry; let's go to the Quidditch pitch." Cho said, and Harry was only happy to oblige. If they stayed near Malfoy it would likely cause another fight between him and Malfoy.

As the week rolled on Harry spent a lot of him time with Cho. Sometimes they would be in the library studying, sometimes on the pitch playing each other, and sometimes they walk around the lake and talk.

But no matter how much Harry tried, he couldn't feel what he had once felt for the girl. He kept trying to make himself believe it because his memory loss was driving him insane. All he wanted was his life back.

At night Harry would dream, and every morning all that he could remember was grey eyes. And he felt like the dreams were becoming longer, more intense, even though he could barely remember what happened in them.

After supper one evening, though, his attempt to grasp his life back together broke apart when Cho leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

They were by the lake again, and he had just finished commenting about how much of a bastard Snape was because yet again in Potions Snape had given him a hard time.

Cho grimaced and smiled at him, starting to lean in with her body, her lips going near his. Harry got a sudden feeling of dread, something, he didn't know what it was, but something was wrong with Cho kissing him.

He then jerked away from her, startling her and making her jerk away from him as well. Harry sighed and looked away from the now angry girl and fumbled around for the right words, knowing any words he used would probably upset her more.

But he tried still. "Cho, I like you but, not in that way." Harry said, looking back at her.

Cho looked hurt and upset, but there was something of an understanding in her face that reassured him he wasn't going to get slapped. "You used to." she commented, before walking away from him silently.

Harry sat down on the lake's bank, dipped a hand in the water and cupped some out of it. Watching the water trickle away Harry looked into the lake and stared at his own reflection.

"What happened to me." he asked it, but the reflection didn't speak back. All Harry saw was his green eyes framed by round glasses, his black hair falling around his face disjointedly, and his lighting bolt scar on his forehead waving back and forth in the water.

His memories weren't going to be unlocked by a reflection.

Draco's week, on the other hand, had been what Draco thought was the worst week of his life. He'd caught Cho Chang talking to her friends in the library once, and the topic was Harry and how Chang would make her move later on that day.

Not only had he been putting up with watching them hang around each other the whole fucking week, he now knew what the two were really doing. He'd been comforting himself with the thoughts that they were just friends, but hearing her talk about how she should kiss him first made him want to break down to pieces.

He still loved Harry, and yet hated him so much. He remembered kissing Harry, and he could tell Chang that Harry would like to be kissed roughly on the mouth and have his bottom lip nibbled on. He could also tell her that if she were to bite his ear lobe gently Harry would have a hard on in ten seconds flat.

But this knowledge wasn't of any use to him anymore. And he sure as hell wasn't about to tell that bitch all that he knew about Harry Potter's turn ons so she could use them instead of him.

But after dinner he watched the two with observant eyes and followed their figures with his eyes until they were well out of sight. He could see the way Cho wrapped herself around Harry and just the thought of them kissing, let alone having sex with each other, was enough to send him running to a bathroom.

Draco turned green as soon as his meal started to feel like it was coming up, and plenty of students noticed that. One Slytherin yelled out to the whole Great Hall "MALFOY'S GONNA HURL!" and an uproar was created.

Many laughed and jeered at the pale boy, others cried out 'eeewww,' but there were not sympathizing faces to be found except for Snape, who looked like he was about to hex the entire student body.

Blushing with dead embarrassment, Draco got up from his seat and ran towards the doors to the nearest bathroom he could find. Screams of mirth followed him to the bathroom as he slammed the door open and locked himself inside a cubicle, letting out the contents of his stomach into the toilet in front of him.

Draco flushed the toilet away while angry tears flowed down his face, not only had he been publicly humiliated again, but he knew just what Potter was doing with Chang at this very moment.

The images of her touching him in only a way Draco had made him try to hurl again, but nothing but dry heaves would come out of him. The images danced around his mind and Draco opened up his pocketknife again and cut deep into his skin, hissing out as the long cut opened up and bled.

Draco then cut the initials HP into his arm, the images disappearing as the wounds stung and bled, leaving him only with an empty feeling both in his stomach and in his heart.

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